The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1887-12-03

mass without word Of warning? B..
sides. / wanted little fun, and /
thought I'd see how far he'd GO Mind
You, j knew he was bunko-steerer-
knew it as well as knew that was in
Chicago.
I'm awful glad to see any one from
Detroit" he continued. Il suppose
you see father almost every day?"
assured him that / saw his father
semi-daily. and that the old gent was
looking rs happy as Hubbard squash
at fair Ii e. This seemed to relieve
his intense anxiety on hat point. and
he invited me to have a cigar. No man
who can get good cigar at the ex-
pense of bunko-steerer should refuse
it. We entered gilded den of devil
try. devoted 10 In sale Of tobacco, and
got our weeds. and as we sauntered
up State street we seemed a band of
brothers. knew what his next move
would be. and was ready for him.
We had not gone two blocks when
he halted and said
"Ahi this calls TO mind. bought a
lottery ticket the other day and it
drew little prize. This must be the
place where they cash it. Yes. this is
the place.
l congratulated him on his luck. I
told him / had been buying lottery
tickets ever since the year one, and
had never -et struck prize.
by the way. come up with me a
minute" he said, as he looked at his
ticket These fellows may be all
right. or they may be full of tricks. At
any rate. I'd like friend along"
/ went Who's afraid Of bunko-
steererP l was chuckling to myself all
the time. and was willing to give the
fellow little more rope. We ascend
ed to the third floor and entered an
] office. There were two well-dressed
men in there. They didn't seem to
know my friend. and he looked around
him as II he hadn't been in that very
room five hundred times before.
.This-this ticket hit IA prize yes
terday, didn't itp" he asked, as he
produced the paper
Eyes. sir-three hundred and fifty
dollars" was the reply. Jim. give
the gentleman his money"
1t was counted out. Then the gen.
tlemen explained to me that they had
daily drawing. and cashed prizes at
once. That's the way the bunko game
is always played. and nobody need be
taken in.
l invest! Ring in on me an old
chestnut of that color! Take me for
a granger from Posey County, But
after little reflection, 1 thought I'd
try it. 1t might be all right after
all. While they looked like
bunko-men one can't always judge
by looks l invested six dollars
and hit prize of ten dollars. was
four dollars ahead. and I'd give them
the grin and walk out, L. But if
invested the ten dollars I'd probably
hit twenty dollars, and-and-well,
invested the ten dollars. l lost it, but
was assured that I'd have better luck
next time. knew that as well as they
did. No bunko-man can teach me
any thing. l invested ten dollars
more and lost. Then invested TWEEN
ty dollars more and lost. Then l put
in thirty dollars and lost. Then Re.
membered that had agreed to meet a
man at the First National Bank at ten
O clock. and babe them good morn
ing and tripped gaily down sairs.
stopping at the door long enough te
ask them if it was good day for suck.
ers.
Now, that's all there was to it, and
that's all the foundation that Chicago
paper had for saying that l was
bunk ed l identified the steerer the
moment he addressed me. knew tht
office upstairs was snide the minute
| entered it. l knew the drawing wa:
fraud, and therefore the fellows hat
no show. Oh, yes, left some money
up there, but when man sees three
young men trying hard to earn al
honest living. he's pizen mean if HI
won't help EN- little. Detroit Free
Press.